[Later That Night – Malibu Beach – 9:07 PM]
The sand was cool beneath their feet. Lisa's shoes dangled from her fingers. Charlie held his flip-flops in one hand, the other resting casually in his pocket as they strolled along the shoreline, side by side. The moon was low, casting silver across the waves like a whisper.
Their steps matched naturally, neither of them talking much. It was the kind of silence that didn't need filling.
"You know," Charlie said finally, voice low, "this is the longest I've gone without screwing something up."
Lisa smiled, glancing over. "Is that your way of asking for a medal?"
He shrugged. "Or at least a small parade."
She nudged him with her elbow. "No parade. But I'll consider one of those tiny chocolate trophies."
They walked a little farther, the only sounds being the water lapping against the shore and the occasional squawk of a distant gull who hadn't gotten the memo about bedtime.
Lisa stopped and turned to him. Her hair was tousled by the wind, her expression soft in the moonlight.
"You're doing better," she said. "And I'm proud of you."
Charlie studied her face for a second, then took a step closer and slid an arm around her waist.
"You know what's wild?" he asked. "I didn't know I could want something this… normal. This quiet."
Lisa tilted her head, amused. "And now?"
"I want it more than anything," he said. "Even more than beer. And I've had relationships with beers that lasted longer than some of my tax records."
She laughed softly. He kissed her temple.
"C'mon," she said. "Let's walk a little more before we head back."
They continued down the sand, now approaching the edge of a public access area. There was a small restroom building nearby, tucked between palm trees and a picnic bench. There was no one around that area. They thought of sitting there for a moment, until...
A soft moan.
Lisa slowed.
Charlie blinked. "Did you hear that?"
"Yeah…" Lisa said, squinting toward the restroom. One of the doors was slightly open.
"Get in there. Eat that pussy," A female voice said, followed by another moan.
Lisa bit her lip.
"Hey, uh, I'm not sure we should be..." Charlie started to say, but Lisa grabbed his arm and pulled him with her.
"C'mon," she whispered.
"Really?" He glanced behind him, then lowered his voice. "Lisa, this is kinda..."
"Hot?" She grinned. "I know."
"Okay, but—"
Lisa put a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Come on," she whispered again. "Let's just take a peek. For all we know, one of them could be forcing the other or something."
"Oh, so we are being good Samaritans," Charlie said, but Lisa had already slipped away from him, creeping closer to the restrooms.
The moaning was growing louder now.
They hid behind a palm tree and peeked toward the open door, and they saw a nice scene. One of the girls was sitting on top of the sink, legs spread apart as a girl between her thighs licked her pussy. The woman between the girl's legs moaned as she sucked her clit and flicked her tongue over the sensitive flesh.
Charlie and Lisa stared at them for a moment.
"Lesbians," Charlie muttered.
"Say, when was the last time we did something adventurous? You know, like public sex and elevator... stuff..." Lisa asked.
"Been a while, isn't it?" Charlie said as he cupped Lisa's boobs from behind, giving them nice squeezes. Lisa purred, pushing her ass against him.
Charlie felt his cock starting to get hard, poking against Lisa's ass through their clothes.
The couple was getting more intimate now, kissing each other passionately, bodies rubbing together. The girl who was sitting on top of the sink moaned into the other girl's mouth.
Lisa reached down and grabbed the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs. She took Charlie's hand and placed it between her legs. "Feel how wet I am. Just thinking about the old days is enough to make me insta-wet."
Charlie felt her pussy, finding it moist with arousal. He smiled, rubbing her clit for a bit before inserting a finger inside her. Lisa gasped, pressing herself harder against him, feeling his finger moving inside her.
Lisa's breath hitched as his finger moved in and out of her, her hips undulating to match his rhythm. She watched the couple in the restroom, their passion fueling her own, as Charlie's thumb found her clit, circling it softly. She bit her lip to suppress a moan, not wanting to draw attention to them.
Meanwhile, Charlie was having a hard time keeping quiet himself. The sight of Lisa getting turned on, combined with the live porn show they were watching, was pushing him closer to the edge. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, eager to be inside her.
He leaned down and whispered in Lisa's ear, "I will fuck you right here, right now."
Lisa shivered, a wave of excitement coursing through her. She looked around to see if there was anyone around. When she found no one, she turned her head toward him and kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with urgency. She broke away, breathless, "Here, against this tree."
Charlie's heart pounded. He unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He pulled up her skirt, rubbed the tip against her wet pussy and then he pushed it with one hard thrust, filling her completely.
"Fuck!" Lisa gasped, her hands clutching the rough bark of the tree.
He began to move, slow at first, allowing her to adjust to his size. Her breath hitched as he picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her body trembling with pleasure. His breath was ragged, his grip on Lisa's hips tightening as he drove into her. He could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching around him. She was too tight and wet. And this public sex was too intense, too fast.
Back in the restroom, the girl on the sink was now on the floor in doggy style as the other girl began to finger fuck her. First two fingers, then three, and finally, the entire fist.
Charlie's rhythm faltered as he watched the girl in the restroom getting fisted, his eyes wide with disbelief and arousal. Lisa noticed the change, glanced back, and saw what had caught his attention. She gasped, her pussy clenching around him, pulling him deeper.
"Oh God, Charlie," she moaned softly, her body trembling. "Don't stop. I'm so close."
Charlie's breath hitched, his grip on Lisa's hips tightening. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, the raw, primal display in the restroom only serving to fuel his own desire. He felt Lisa's body tense, her pussy pulsing around him, and he knew she was close too. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. "Come for me, Lisa," he whispered, his voice ragged. "Come while we watch them."
Lisa's breath caught, her body trembling as she neared the edge. The sight of the couple in the restroom, the feel of Charlie inside her, and his words in her ear were pushing her closer and closer. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans as her orgasm built.
Back in the restroom, the girl on the floor was crying out, her body convulsing as she came hard, her pussy gripping the girl's fist tightly. The sight of it pushed Charlie over the edge. He buried himself deep inside Lisa, his body shuddering as he came, his hot seed filling her.
Feeling Charlie come inside her, Lisa's own orgasm hit her like a wave. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her body convulsing as stars burst behind her closed eyes, her body wracked with pleasure. She could feel Charlie's cock pulsing inside her, his hot seed mixing with her own arousal. It was intense, primal, and incredibly hot. It's been a while since she felt this way, this free, this uninhibited.
Charlie leaned against her, his breath ragged, his hands still gripping her hips. They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breath, their bodies still connected. The sounds of the couple in the restroom... Well, they were at it without stopping, their moans and the wet sounds of their lovemaking echoing in the small room.
After a few seconds, he pulled out of her pussy and instantly a gush of cum dripped down her thighs.
Lisa touched her pussy and squatted down on the ground, "Wow! Just how much did you came? You are lucky I was on pills."
Charlie chuckled softly, "I guess I got carried away. You just feel too good, Lisa." He offered her his hand, helping her up. They both straightened their clothes, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. Lisa glanced at the restroom, where the sounds of lovemaking were still echoing. "Should we... go back?"
"Yeah, let's go."
With that, they walked back to his house.
...
[Next Day – Alan's Former House – 12:17 PM]
The sun was blazing as Charlie's car rolled to a stop in front of Alan's former home, a two-story suburban trap of neutral siding and broken dreams. The lawn was perfectly trimmed, which immediately pissed Alan off.
"I used to do that," he muttered, pointing at the grass like it had betrayed him.
Charlie put the car in park and gave him a look. "You trimmed it once and called it 'nature's problem' for the next six months."
Alan adjusted his wrinkled collar and sighed. "Can you just… not be Charlie right now?"
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "What do you want me to be?"
"A support system."
Charlie groaned. "Fine. Emotional support mode activated."
Alan gave him a thumbs-up and stepped out of the car with a deep breath. Charlie followed, hands in his pockets, sunglasses on, looking like he was walking into a brunch he didn't remember RSVPing for.
Alan marched up to the door with purpose, then immediately hesitated.
Charlie stood behind him. "You gonna ring it or just breathe on the door until she senses your emotional collapse?"
Alan rang the bell.
A moment passed.
Then the door opened.
Not Judith.
Herb.
Wearing a plush robe. Green. Monogrammed. With a coffee mug that said "Trust Me, I'm a Pediatrician."
Herb blinked.
Alan blinked.
Charlie blinked and immediately smirked.
"Hey, Herb," Charlie said, folding his arms. "How's the kid business?"
Herb smiled. "Oh, hey, Charlie. Long time."
Alan made a squeaky noise in the back of his throat. "Why… why are you here?" Then he turned to Charlie. "How do you know him?"
Herb tilted his head. "I just moved in yesterday." He took a quick glance at the back and then said in a low voice. "And funny story, we met at a stripper joint. I got robbed in the parking lot. Charlie bought me a lap dance and drinks. Fun night."
Charlie leaned in toward Alan. "You should sit down. Or at least lean against something soft. Like your pride."
Alan's jaw hung slack. "Forget strip club. You moved in here?"
Herb nodded cheerfully. "Judith invited me to move in. Said it made sense."
Charlie whistled low. "Wow. That's fast. She evicts you and upgrades in... what? One... Two weeks? That's Prime shipping levels of efficiency."
Herb rubbed the back of his neck, clearly awkward now. "Listen, I didn't know she'd filed for divorce when we… reconnected. And then things just… moved forward."
"Reconnected?" Alan squeaked.
"Yeah, well," Herb said, chuckling nervously, "you know how it is. You go to pick up a plant she said you could have back, then the next thing you know, you're doing yoga together and ordering a new bed frame."
Charlie squinted. "Yoga?"
"Hot yoga," Herb said. "She is flexible."
Alan's left eye twitched as he was lost for words.
Before anyone could say more, Judith appeared in the doorway, wearing a matching robe. Pink. Fluffy. Her hair was wet from a shower. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a romantic comedy's "new love" montage.
She stopped cold.
Alan's eyes nearly fell out of his head.
"You…" he gasped. "You're… in robes. Matching robes. Coordinated intimacy robes."
Judith gave an awkward smile. "Alan. Charlie."
Charlie gave a casual wave. "Nice robes. Very... couples spa in Sedona."
Alan pointed a shaking finger at both of them. "How could you?! It hasn't been a month yet since the divorce papers! Like, less than two weeks! I still have half my toiletries in this house!"
Judith blinked. "You have a Hello Kitty electric toothbrush, Alan. And your old clothes."
"That's not the point!"
Charlie leaned over. "Isn't it though?"
Alan turned to Charlie. "Shut up."
Then back to Judith. "You said you needed space. You said you wanted to rediscover yourself. Then you send me divorce papers the next day and want to suck out my soul."
Judith gestured vaguely at Herb. "Well. I did. And then I rediscovered Herb."
Charlie coughed into his hand. "That sounds like a sex metaphor."
Judith ignored him. "This doesn't concern you, Charlie."
Charlie raised a hand. "Cool. I'm just here for moral support and to witness the emotional implosion of a grown man in real time." He took out his phone and took a couple of quick pictures without them noticing.
Alan shook his head. "I just came to say I hired a lawyer. A very good one. And she wants to meet your lawyer by the end of the week to talk settlement."
Herb sipped his coffee. "That sounds reasonable."
Alan stared at him. "Herb. You're wearing my slippers."
Herb looked down. "Oh! Are these yours? I thought they just came with the robe."
Judith sighed. "Alan, I told you to take all your things."
Alan sputtered. "I didn't know you were going to replace me like a Netflix password!"
Charlie whistled. "Damn. That was a good line. Write that one down."
Alan turned to leave. "We're done here. Tell your lawyer to expect the call. And maybe throw out my loofah before you make it a shared loofah."
Charlie followed, giving Herb a nod. "Stay hydrated, Doc."
Herb waved. "Thanks for that night, Charlie."
As they walked back to the car, Alan muttered, "I can't believe she's with him."
Charlie shrugged. "You once dated a girl who turned out to be more than a woman." He narrowed his eyes. "You ran away and cried to Mom. Took a month of therapy for mental trauma. You have no room to talk about taste."
Alan groaned. "How would I know that beautiful makeup was an 80-year-old Korean granny?"
Just then, behind them, they heard Judith yell to Herb inside the house, "Did you start the rice cooker? I want quinoa today!"
Charlie chuckled. "And there it is."
Alan climbed into the passenger seat and stared out the window.
"I hate quinoa."
Charlie started the engine. "Yeah. But she doesn't hate Herb. So maybe... let's just focus on winning the case. And getting your loofah back."
Alan exhaled deeply. "I miss that loofah."
Charlie smirked. "You'll get another. Hopefully one that doesn't live in your ex-wife's bathroom."
They pulled away, Alan silent, Charlie humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like a funeral march played on a kazoo.
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